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The door opened and Mrs D walked in. "Good morning Jason," she greeted in her perfect English with a strange accent.
"Good Morning Mrs D," I answered.
"I see that you are not quite ready for us." She said looking me up and down. I was wearing a dressing gown. Just a dressing gown, nothing more. I thought that was pretty ready, I could only have bettered it by being naked on my bed. I undid the tie and opened the gown. My erection showed her just how ready I was.
She turned and dropped the latch locking the front door, "well, shall we begin?" She asked and slipped her shoes off and went upstairs. I followed and we went into my bedroom, the bed unmade, as it was due to be relaundered by Mrs D. In the bedroom she pulled her top up and off, and her slacks down. Since our first session she no longer bothered with matching underwear, today was just a soft bra and flower-patterned panties. I had of course showered earlier, well, it was only polite to be clean.
She walked to me and knelt before me, looking up at me she moved forward and sucked my cock into her mouth, her hands holding and rolling my balls, her eyes fixated on mine. I kept my hands on my side, there was no way I was going to hold her head as she mouth fucked me, that was just too porno. I wondered if she could tell I had masturbated in the shower? I hoped not, I had woken up horny and did not want to waste my time with Mrs D, so had seen to it that I would last a little longer with her, rather than erupt at the first touch.
Her hand had pulled my foreskin fully back, and her tongue lapped around my cockhead rim, as she applied suction with her mouth. Her lips felt hot and wet on my shaft and I knew that I would have spurted by now if I hadn't taken precautions. Just what Mrs D would have wanted of course. The less time she spent with me, the more her time was free. The agreement was supposedly for an hour, but recently we had rarely gone beyond forty minutes or so. Today I thought I might try and get the full hour.
Her head started bobbing back and forth, her tongue now licking, and as she grazed against the sensitive spot where my foreskin is attached, it was all I could do to control myself and not react. If she had known how that felt, how that lick almost made my spurt, then she would have concentrated her efforts there, and I would have been defeated.
She pulled back giving me relief and a chance to recoup. I helped her up and turned her to the bed and pushed lightly so that she lay back. My turn. I knelt between her legs, my shoulders pressing to widen them as much as possible, she was very petite, so every inch made a difference, and I blew on her fanny crease. Starting at the bottom, near her fanny entrance, I blew up her crease to where her clitoris lay hidden under its hood. She shivered.
I eased her labia apart, her valley crimson and glistening with her arousal. I was pleased that she fully joined in, that was pleasure for her, not just a working woman earning a crust. I wondered if in actuality the whole thing had just been a scam to get me into bed. I eased my nose along her valley, sliding along easily with her arousal, and as my nose pressed at her clitoral hood, I pressed two fingers inside, slowly, pushing, fingers straight, knuckle by knuckle until they were fully immersed inside her. Using my teeth I eased her hood back and nibbled at her clitoris, gripping, tugging, releasing and then licking. She held her breath. I opened my fingers inside her, widening her fanny, feeling the ridges of her fanny wall, and as I wiggled my fingers I licked her clitoris once more and then sucked and released. Licked, sucked, released. Her hands were clutching at the bedsheet, fingers curled, knuckles white, and as I looked up, her mouth was open, her breath just small gasps.
I started to ease my fingers out of her fanny, the muscles of her opening squeezing them together and then I pushed back in. A finger fuck, in, out, a steady rhythm, all the while blowing gently on her exposed clitoris, I heard a gurgle from her. "O BoΕΌe tak, ΕΌe tak, ΕΌe" I think she gasped and her fanny clamped hard and squeezed my fingers and her whole body went stiff and rigid. As her body relaxed and her clamps released I eased my fingers from her fanny and got onto the bed properly and lay down.
"A moment" she said, well, why not.
"It is supposed to be me giving you service, you are naughty man Mr Jason."
"It doesn't work like that for me, I told you that before, for me it is fully engaged or not at all. A hand job or quick fuck, no, that does not cause me pleasure."
"You get no pleasure just simple fuck?" Which I think she had hoped it would turn into, I wasn't sure, I can't work women out, not sure you could make a woman orgasm unless she sort of wanted to. No idea. I am not a woman.
"I get release, yes, of course, but I want more than that, I want to give as much pleasure as I get, if not more."
She sat up and moved to her knees and straddled me, her back to me, her face facing my feet, using a hand she guided my cock into her fanny, wet, ready, waiting, and wanting. She sank down, my foreskin rolling back as she took me inside her. As she leant forward my cock partially left, her labia stretched around my shaft and her anus looking like a star anise as it stared at me. She started rocking, supporting herself with her left arm, her right hand moved underneath and cupped my testicles.
I had no doubt that if I were on top then she would have sought my prostate, but not easy with me underneath. As she rocked I could watch my cock as it eased in and out of her fanny, her fanny lips wrapped around my shaft, hugging and squeezing. Her light touch on my balls coupled with the visible show of my cock fucking her brought me quickly to the edge. Despite my intentions I know I couldn't last long.